Pain…

Your agony, not mine

Yet, I bleed without pain;

Your grief, not mine

Yet, I cry without reason.

Tears run unushered,

I don’t know them

Yet, I am hurt without pain.

O the million hearts world over,

Blood speaks the same everywhere

So does a word of prayer!

Your silence, silently mine.

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Home Away

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The many mortals who

leave home, forever,

away from home,

hope and despair.

Sun and moon

rise, shine and set

habitually, away from home

Even if it’s lone soul struggle.

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Chorus

Ringing

 of temple bells,

set to chorus;

          Her anklets,

            Tinkling softly;

                Lover’s whisper…

     Heart traced,

Soul claimed;

Her belief, her way.

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Fallen Flowers II

 Bougainvillea and frangipani,

                  Colours and fragrances,

                  Acacia bother not.

Each shed, to its own.

Timed same, timing differ.

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Fallen Flowers

 

Flowers

I gather some fallen flowers,

Spread a milieu from death,

Of  life and thereafter,

                      Where miseries thrive not –

                      A vision wished to be acknowledged.

A little errand of mindfulness;

Grass seemed pleased.

Pleased, only to my eyes.

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Father

On a rain-washed night,

Children laid down to sleep,

Pulling blankets over their heads;

Hoping to hide their fears behind

About the stories of rainy nights,

Thunder storms and scary dark elements;

That’s when lightning struck in its mighty power;

Killing the imagined silhouette of shadowy figure,

Oh! “father you are home.”

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